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BY  MRS.  HUGHS, 

AT7THOR  OF  THE  "ORNAMENTS  DISCOVERED,"  "  THE  COUSINS,"  &.C. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
THOMAS  T.  ASH,  No.  139,  CHESNUT  STREET 

JESrEK  HARDING,  PRINTER. 


PLEASING  AND  INSTRUCTIVE 


Come  to  mamma,  Emily;  she  will 
take  you  upon  her  lap,  and  tell  you  a 
pretty  story.  You  like  to  hear  pretty 
stories,  I  am  sure;  yes,  I  know  you  do. 

I  must  tell  you  about  a  good  little 
girl,  you  say;  very  well,  I  will.  I  like 
to  talk  about  good  little  girls,  for  I  love 
good  girls,  and  so  do  all  good  people. 
But  we  must  sit  back  from  the  fire :  the 
hot  fire  will  scorch  my  little  girl's  face, 
and  make  her  eyes  sore.  Now  let  us 
begin  our  story. 

There  was  a  little  girl,  a  very  good 
little  girl  she  was,  and  by  wThat  name 

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do  you  think  they  called  her?  Was  it 
Emily?  No,  not  Emily,  though  I  hope 
Emily  is  a  very  good  little  girl  too; 
but  this  little  girl's  name  was  Fanny. 
She  always  did  what  she  was  told  to  do9 
without  either  pouting  or  grumbling. 
If  her  mamma  was  busy,  and  had  not 
time  to  talk  to  her,  Fanny  never  teased 
her;  and  if  she  told  her  to  go  into  the 
nursery,  she  used  to  go  that  moment 
without  saying  a  word.  But  yet  Fan- 
ny liked  very  much  to  be  with  her 
mamma,  and  was'  always  very  glad 
when  she  was  told  to  come  down  stairs 
again.  One  day,  as  Fanny  wTas  sitting 
beside  her  mamma,  and  playing  with 
a  pretty  new  box  of  letters  which  her 
papa  had  bought  for  her,  and  searching 
for  the  letters  to  spell  her  own  name, 
she  had  got  Fan,  and  was  looking  for 
another  n  and  a  y  to  make  Fanny \  when 


a  lady  came  into  the  parlour:  now  this 
lady  came  to  talk  to  Fanny's  mamma, 
so  that  the  little  girl  was  to  be  sent  out 
of  the  room,  and  Fanny  was  told  to  go 
into  the  nursery:  in  a  minute  the  let- 
ters were  all  packed  into  the  box,  and 
she  went  away. 

Fanny  was  very  sorry  indeed  to  go 
away,  just  as  she  was  learning  to  spell 
her  own  name;  but  she  was  too  good 
a  girl  to  cry,  or  be  out  of  humour  about 
it.  Before  she  left  the  room,  she  asked 
her  mamma  if  she  might  take  her  box 
of  letters  up  with  her;  but  her  mamma 
said,  "No,  Fanny,  1  would  rather  you 
did  not  take  them  with  you,  because  I 
am  afraid  your  little  brother  would  put 
them  into  his  mouth,  and  suck  the  paint 
off  them." 

Fanny  did  not  look  cross  at  this,  but 
went    away    without   saying   another 


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word,  and  made  herself  as  happy  as 
she  could  with  the  playthings  she  had 
in  the  nursery.  Well !  the  next  day, 
Fanny  was  again  sitting  beside  her 
mamma,  and  trying  once  more  to  spell 
her  name,  when  the  same  lady  again 
came  into  the  room.  Fanny  thought 
every  minute  she  should  he  told  to  go 
to  the  nursery,  but  she  was  wrong; 
instead  of  her  being  sent  away,  the 
lady  took  a  little  book  out  of  her  work- 
bag,  and  called  Fanny  to  come  and 
look  at  it.  It  was  called  "the  book  of 
Games,"  and  had  a  great  many  pictures 
in  it,  of  little  boys  and  girls  at  play. 
After  Fanny  had  seen  all  the  pictures, 
the  lady  asked  her  if  she  should  like 
such  a  book  for  her  own?  Fanny 
said  she  should  like  it  very  much  in- 
deed. The  lady  said,  "then  I  will  give 
it  you,  Fanny,  for  being  so  good  a  little 


o;irl  as  to  leave  the  room  without  beins? 
out  of  humour,  when  I  came  to  talk  to 
your  mamma." 

Fanny  took  the  book,  and  thanked 
the  lady  for  it.  She  thought  to  herself 
she  was  twice  paid  for  being  good;  she 
was  paid  with  a  pretty  new  book,  be- 
sides the  reward  which  she  always  had 
for  being  good,  in  feeling  very  happy 
and  pleased  with  herself. 


Who  comes  here?  A  little  starved 
girl.  Oh,  how  cold  she  looks!  Has 
the  cold  frosty  air  pinched  your  little 
nose?  Your  fingers  ache,  you  say;  I 
dare  say  they  do.  But  you  must  not 
hold  them  to  the  fire,  for  that  will  make 
them  a  great  "deal  worse;  come  to 
and  she  will  rub  them  with 
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her  warm  hands.     Rub,  rub;  now  they 
will  soon  be  better. 

Who  made  Emily  that  warm  coat? 
Mamma  did.  Yes,  she  did;  mamma 
made  it  for  her  own  little  girl,  to  keep 
her  warm  this  cold  weather.  Does 
Emily  know  what  it  is  made  of?  It  is 
made  of  wool:  and  who  does  Emily 
think  gave  us  this  nice  wool,  that  is  so 
soft  and  warm?  We  get  it  from  the 
sheep  and  lambs.  It  is  dipt  off  their 
sides  in  the  warm  weather,  when  they 
have  no  need  of  it,  and  spun  into  thread. 
The  weaver  then  makes  it  into  cloth ; 
and  the  dyer  dies  it  to  make  it  a  pretty 
colour.  After  this  it  is  ready  for  papas 
and  mammas,  and  little  girls,  to  wear, 
to  keep  them  warm.  Emily's  warm 
stockings,  and  her  flannel-petticoat, 
and  the  blankets  on  her  bed,  are  all 
made  of  wool.     The  little  sheep  and 

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lambs  are  very  good  to  give  us  their 
warm  coats;  what  ought  we  to  give 
them  in  return? 

What  do  you  think  they  like  best? 
They  like  good  fresh  grass  best.  The 
little  lambs  are  very  happy  in  skipping 
about  in  the  green  fields.  When  Spring 
comes,  mamma  will  take  Emily  into 
the  fields  to  see  them.  They  run  away, 
and  then  come  back  again  to  their  mo- 
thers; and  if  they  do  not  liSppen  to  see 
their  mother,  they  cry  "ma,  ma"  till 
she  hears  them,  and  comes  running  to 
them.  Then  they  rub  their  little  heads 
against  her,  as  if  they  wished  to  say,  I 
am  glad  to  see  you  again,  mother;  I 
was  afraid  I  had  lost  you.  Little  lambs 
could  not  do  very  well  without  a  mo- 
ther, neither  could  little  girls;  little 
girls  are  still  more  helpless  than  lambs; 
for  lambs  can  cat  grass,  but  little  girls 


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cannot  get  any  thing,  so  that  if  they 
had  no  kind  friend  to  feed  them  they 
would  die.  There  is  no  friend  so  kind 
as  a  mother;  little  girls  ought  then  to 
be  very  good,  and  do  all  their  mamma 
wishes  them  to  do.  Will  Emily  think 
of  this,  and  always  be  a  good  girl? 
Yes,  she  says  she  will.  Very  well 
then;  give  mamma  a  kiss,  and  go  and 
get  your  coat  and  bonnet  off,  and  you 
shall  have  some  dinner. 


I  think  I  heard  somebody  cry  just 
now;  what  was  it  that  made  Emily 
cry  ?  You  fell  down,  you  say,  and  hurt 
your  hand;  well,  and  what  of  that?  I 
am  very  sorry  that  you  were  so  silly 
as  to  cry  for  such  a  thing.  We  can 
only  allow  little  brother  to  cry;  he  is 


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quite  a  baby,  and  does  not  know  any 
better. 

But  when  he  is  as  old  as  Emily,  I 
hope  he  will  be  more  like  a  man  than 
to  cry  for  a  trifle.  Now,  as  Emily  is  a 
great  deal  older,  she  ought  to  teach  her 
brother,  by  letting  him  see  that  she 
does  not  think  of  crying  when  she  falls 
down.  Besides,  when  little  girls  cry 
for  such  trifles,  people  begin  to  think 
them  pets,  and  do  not  mind  them. 
They  then  think  it  is  only  some  little 
thing  not  worth  caring  for  that  they 
are  making  such  a  noise  about. 

I  will  tell  you  a  story,  Emily.  There 
was  once  a  little  girl  who  was  so  silly 
as  to  cry  for  every  little  trifle;  so  that 
her  mamma  and  the  servants  were  often 
weary  of  hearing  her :  at  last  they  were 
so  used  to  her  crying  that  they  did  not 
mind  it  at  all;  indeed  they  scarcely 


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heard  her,  they  thought  so  little  about 
it.  If  any  body  asked  what  Eliza  was 
crying  for?  they  would  say, "Oh!  only 
some  little  trifle  that  is  not  worth  talk- 
ing about." 

One  day,  her  mamma  was  going 
out,  and  Eliza  wished  very  much  that 
she  might  go  too;  but  her  mamma  told 
her  she  could  not  take  her,  for  fear  she 
should  begin  to  cry  and  disturb  those 
about  her.  After  her  mamma  was 
gone,  the  servant  went  down  stairs, 
and  left  Eliza  in  the  nursery  by  her- 
self: she  played  about  for  some  time, 
but  at  last  she  went  too  near  the  fire, 
and  her  frock  rubbed  against  the  bar, 
and  was  in  flames  in  a  moment.  As 
soon  as  Eliza  saw  she  was  on  fire,  she 
cried  out  as  loudly  as  she  could;  but, 
sad  to  tell,  nobody  minded  it.  She 
cried  so  often,  that  the  servants  did  not 


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care  for  it ;  when  they  heard  her,  they 
never  thought  of  going  to  see  what 
wTas  the  matter.  The  flames  soon  ran 
up  the  little  girl's  frock  to  her  arms, 
neck,  and  face,  till  at  last  the  pain 
made  her  scream  so,  that  the  servant 
began  to  think  there  really  must  be 
something  the  matter  with  her  this 
time,  and  went  to  see.  As  soon  as  the 
servant  saw  that  Eliza's  clothes  were 
on  fire,  she  took  up  a  piece  of  carpet, 
laid  her  down,  and  rolled  her  about  in 
it  to  put  out  the  flame,  but  the  poor  lit- 
tle girl  was  sadly  burned,  and  felt  a  very 
great  deal  of  pain  before  her  face  and 
neck  were  well  again.  So  you  see 
what  a  sad  thing  it  is  to  get  into  the 
way  of  crying  for  trifles.  If  she  had 
not  cried  so  often,  the  servant  would 
have  run  to  see  what  was  the  Blatter 
as  soon  as  she   heard  her,  and  then 

B 


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Eliza  would  not  have  been  so  sadly 
hurt. 


What  does  Emily  say?  she  wants  a 
pair  of  scissors!  Oh!  but  I  am  afraid 
to  trust  a  little  girl  with  scissors,  lest 
she  should  do  mischief  with  them. 
You  will  only  cut  that  piece  of  paper, 
you  say;  and  try  to  cut  out  a  pretty 
dog:  well,  I  should  like  to  see  you  cut 
something  pretty;  so  I  think  I  must 
trust  you  with  a  pair.  Sit  down  on 
the  carpet,  and  spread  out  your  frock : 
you  know,  if  you  do  not  spread  out 
your  frock,  the  pieces  of  paper  will  fall 
on  the  carpet,  and  then  the  servant 
w7ould  have  a  great  deal  of  trouble  to 
make  it  clean  again. 

Well,  what  is  that  you  have  cut — a 


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dog?  but  it  has  no  head,  and  only  three 
legs ;  dogs,  you  know,  have  four  legs ; 
so  you  must  cut  another.  But  you 
want  more  paper;  I  will  see  if  I  can 
find  you  some,  as  you  sit  and  cut  so 
quietly.  Emily  shall  often  have  a  pair 
of  scissors  if  she  only  cuts  what  mam- 
ma gives  her  leave  to  cut.  But  I  have 
known  some  naughty  little  girls  cut 
their  frocks  or  their  mamma's  work, 
or  any  thing  they  could  get  hold  of. 
One  day,  a  little  girl  that  I  knew,  got 
hold  of  her  mamma's  scissors  while 
she  was  out  of  the  room;  and  what  do 
you  think  she  did  ?  why,  she  cut  all  her 
hair  off  her  forehead,  and  made  herself 
quite  a  little  fright.  Her  mamma  was 
very  angry  when  she  came  into  the 
parlour,  and  saw  her  little  girl  such  a 
figure ;  and  would  not  let  her  have  a 
pair  of  scissors  again  for  a  very,  very, 


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long  time.  And  when  people  saw  her. 
they  used  to  say,  "look  at  that  little 
girl,  how  ugly  she  looks!  what  a  silly 
little  girl  she  must  be,  to  cut  her  hair 
off;  I  hope  her  mamma  will  take  care 
not  to  let  her  have  a  pair  of  scissors 
again."  Emily,  I  am  sure,  will  take 
care  not  to  do  as  this  little  girl  did: 
she  will  ask  mamma's  leave  before 
she  begins  to  cut  any  thing. 


Emily,  here  is  a  letter  for  you,  from 
your  little  cousin  John:  make  haste, 
and  I  will  read  it  to  you. 

How  clever  it  is  for  cousin  John  to 
be  able  to  write  a  letter!  You  would 
like  to  write  a  letter,  would  you  not? 
But  you  know  you  .cannot  write:  you 
have  not  learned  to  write  yet ;  I  hope 


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you  will  make  haste  and  learn  to  read, 
and  then  papa  will  teach  you  to  write. 
You  want  to  know  when  papa  will  be- 
gin to  teach  you :  why,  that  will  depend 
upon  yourself;  if  you  take  pains,  and 
learn  to  read  this  book  all  through 
without  stopping  to  spell  a  single  word, 
then  papa  will  begin  to  teach  you  to 
write;  and  I  shall  be  very  glad  when 
you  are  able  to  write  a  letter  to  your 
cousin  John  in  return  for  this.  But  we 
must  read  it. 

"Cousin  Emily, — I  am  going  to  tell 
you  about  a  Cat  and  some  Rabbits  that 
I  have :  they  all  play  together  in  the 
yard;  and  sometimes  the  cat  tries  to 
teach  the  rabbits  to  catch  mice.  They 
will  all  eat  off'  the  same  dish  together  : 
one  day  they  had  some  beef  and  bread, 
and  cabbage,  set  before  them  on  the 
same  plate.  The  cat  agreed  that  the 
b2 


1« 


rabbits  might  have  the  cabbage,  and 
puss  took  the  beef  herself:  but,  when 
the  cat  was  eating  some  bread,  the  rab- 
bit bit  at  the  other  end.  Pussy  did  not 
like  that,  so  she  hit  the  rabbit  with  her 
paw:  after  that,  they  were  very  good 
friends  again,  and  ate  it  all  up.  I  can- 
not tell  you  any  thing  more  about  them 
now,  for  my  hand  is  tired  with  writing; 
but  I  wish  you  would  come  here,  and  I 
will  let  you  see  them.  This  letter  is 
from  your  cousin  John." 

Now  is  not  this  a  very  prett}^  letter, 
think  you,  Emily?  Should  not  you  like 
to  see  puss  and  the  rabbits  playing  and 
eating  together?  Yes,  I  am  sure  you 
wquld:  well,  be  a  good  girl,  and  I  will 
take  you  some  day  to  see  your  cousin 
John,  and  his  cat  and  rabbits. 


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Spring  is  come  now,  Emily,  and  it 
is  time  to  begin  to  work  in  the  gardens : 
mamma  will  give  her  Emily  a  little 
garden  for  her  own.  Last  Summer, 
she  was  too  young  to  have  a  gar- 
den; she  could  not  dig  it,  nor  do  any 
thing  to  it  herself,  so  it  would  have 
been  of  no  use  for  her  to  have  one. 
But  now,  she  is  older,  and  mamma 
will  buy  her  a  little  spade,  and  she 
shall  dig  the  ground,  and  put  in  the 
flowers.  Then  the  sun  will  shine  upon 
them  and  warm  them;  and  the  rain  will 
water  them,  so  that  they  will  soon  be 
pretty  flowers,  such  as  mamma  has  in 
her  garden. 

In  Winter  it  is  very  cold,  and  there 
is  a  great  deal  of  ice  and  snow;  the 
ground  is  hard,  so  that  the  flowers 
cannot  grow.  But,  when  the  warm 
Spring  comes,  the  sun  begins  to  shine 


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with  great  power,  the  wind  is  soft  and 
warm,  and  the  rain  comes  down  to 
make  the  ground  soft.  Then  the  little 
flowers  pop  up  their  heads;  the  little 
snow-drops  peep  out  first,  and  the  cro- 
cus; then  come  the  primrose  and  the 
violet,  and  after  them  a  great  many 
other  flowers.  Emily  does  not  know 
what  pretty  flowers  mamma  has  in  her 
garden ;  she  was  too  young  last  summer 
to  know  any  thing  about  them,  she  then 
did  not  know  how  to  take  care  of  flow- 
ers: she  used  to  pull  them  in  pieces, 
and  did  not  keep  them  to  smell  at  and 
admire.  Mamma  was  forced  to  watch 
her  very  closely  when  she  was  in  the 
garden;  for,  if  mamma  did  not  happen 
to  be  looking,  she  would  soon  pull  off 
the  heads  of  some  of  her  pretty  flow- 
ers. But  Emily  knows  a  great  deal 
better  now,  and  will  not  pull  the  flow- 


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ers,  I  am  sure,  without  asking  mamma's 
leave. 

When  the  gooseberries  and  currants 
come  upon  the  trees,  she  must  take 
care  not  to  eat  them,  or  else  Emily 
will  make  herself  sick.  Naughty  boys 
and  girls  sometimes  eat  the  green 
gooseberries,  and  currants,  and  straw- 
berries, and  make  themselves  very  sick; 
and  then  they  have  a  great  deal  of  pain, 
andhave  to  take  things  that  they  do  not 
like,  to  make  them  better.  But,  when 
the  fruit  is  ripe,  it  is  very  good  for 
them;  and  papas  and  mammas  like  to 
give  it  to  good  children. 


When  the  front  door  is  open,  Emily 
must  be  sure  not  to  go  out  into  the 
street,  or  she  may  lose  herself,  and  that 


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would  be  a  very  sad  thing  indeed.  I 
am  sure  Emily  would  not  like  to  get  to 
a  place  where  she  could  not  find  the 
way  back  to  mamma  again:  what  could 
Emily  do  without  mamma?  and  what 
could  mamma  do  without  her  little 
girl  ? 

There  was  once  a  naughty  little  girl, 
who  did  not  care  for  what  her  mamma 
said  to  her;  and  one  morning,  though 
she  had  been  told  not  to  go  into  the 
street  by  herself,  she  set  off  the  very 
first  time  she  saw  the  door  open.  She 
was  so  silly  as  to  fancy  she  could  take 
care  of  herself,  and  find  her  way  back 
again  as  soon  as  she  wished  to  go  home; 
so  she  went  along  first  into  one  street, 
and  then  into  another,  looking  about 
at  all  the  things  that  she  passed,  and 
never  once  thinking  about  home:  she 
never  thought  how  unhappy  her  mam- 


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ma  would  be,  when  she  found  that  her 
little  girl  was  gone  from  home.  At 
last  she  began  to  feel  tired,  and  thought 
she  would  go  home  again;  but,  when 
she  turned  round,  she  could  not  tell 
which  way  to  go:  she  walked  about 
through  one  street  after  another,  but 
could  not  see  any  house  that  looked 
like  her  mamma's. 

After  she  had  been  out  a  long  time, 
she  began  to  feel  very  hungry;  and, 
when  she  looked  at  the  shops  which 
had  nice  cakes  at  their  windows,  she 
wished  very  much  for  some  of  them. 
She  had  no  money,  nor  any  body  with 
her  to  buy  her  any  of  them.  The 
longer  she  walked,  the  farther  she  was 
from  home;  for  she  had  got  into  places 
that  she  had  never  seen  before;  and 
she  began  to  feel  very  much  afraid. 

At  length,  she  saw  that  night  was 


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coming  on,  and  that  it  would  very  soon 
be  dark.  She  was,  besides,  tired,  and 
cold,  and  hungry,  and  she  began  to  cry 
sadly.  She  thought  what  a  sad  thing 
it  would  be  to  stay  in  the  street  all  the 
night,  without  any  bed  to  sleep  on,  or 
any  thing  to  keep  her  warm:  she 
wished  very  much  that  she  had  not 
been  so  naughty,  but  had  minded  what 
her  mamma  had  said  to  her.  She  found 
that  the  people  who  passed  her  in  the 
street,  were  not  so  kind  as  her  mamma: 
they  did  not  seem  to  care  about  her, 
though  she  cried  very  loud,  and  wTas 
shivering  with  cold. 

It  grew  so  dark  that  she  could  not 
see  the  people  near  her;  but  a  woman 
who  came  close  past  her,  saw  her,  and 
asked  her  what  was  the  matter;  the 
little  girl  told  her  that  she  had  lost 
herself,  and  could  not  find  the  way 


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back  to  her  mamma's  house.  The 
woman  said  she  would  take  her  to  it; 
and  the  little  girl  was  very  glad :  and, 
after  they  had  walked  a  long  way,  they 
came  to  a  house,but  the  little  girl  knew  it 
was  not  her  mamma's.  ^She  said, "  This 
is  not  my  mamma's  house:  my  mam- 
ma's house  has  steps  to  go  up  to  the 
door,  and  a  lamp  at  the  top  which  al- 
ways burns  at  night."  The  woman 
said,  "I  know  very  well  this  is  not  your 
mamma's  house;  it  is  mine,  and  you  are 
my  little  girl  now." 

The  little  girl  cried  very  much,  and 
begged  to  be  taken  home*;  but  the  wo- 
man said,  "No,  you  will  never  see 
home  again,  nor  your  mamma,  nor 
your  brothers,  nor  sisters;  for  I  shall 
keep  you,  and  I  shall  beat  you  if  you 
tell  any  one  this  is  not  your  home." 
The  little  girl  cried  more  than  before; 


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but  she  did  not  dare  to  say  a  word,  for 
the  naughty  woman  showed  her  the 
large  whip,  which,  she  said,  she  would 
beat  her  with,  if  she  spoke.  Then,  she 
took  offthe  clothes  the  little  girl  had  on, 
and  put  her  on  some  old  shabby  ones, 
and  took  her  into  a  ship,  which  was 
near  the  house.  Very  soon  after  the 
ship  sailed  away,  and  this  naughty  lit- 
tle girl  never  saw  her  kind  mamma,  or 
her  nice  home,  any  more. 


Here  is  Emily's  breakfast;  come, 
sit  down,  and  eat  it.  Good  bread  and 
milk!  Oh!  how  sweet  and  rich  the 
milk  tastes!  Who  gave  Emily  this 
good  milk?  Mamma.  Yes,  mamma 
gave  it  to  Emily;  but  where  did  mam- 
ma get  it?    The  cows  give  milk  to 


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mamma  for  good  little  girls.  Thank 
you,  pretty  cows,  you  are  very  good 
to  give  us  your  milk;  for  nothing  is  so 
good  for  breakfast  and  supper.  It 
makes  little  girls  grow  strong  and 
healthy;  Emily  will  soon  be  a  tall  girl, 
if  she  takes  plenty  of  milk  and  bread. 
Does  Emily  know  what  bread  is  made 
of?  It  is  made  of  wheat.  Corn  grows 
in  the  fields;  the  farmer  ploughed  that 
field  which  Emily  can  see  from  the  win- 
dow before  the  winter  came.  When  it 
was  ploughed  and  made  soft,  he  strewed 
grains  of  wheat  over  it,  and  covered  it 
with  earth.  It  lay  all  the  winter  in  the 
ground;  and  now  Emily  may  see  a 
great  many  little  blades  of  grass  spring- 
ing up:  as  the  warm  weather  comes 
on,  that  grass  will  grow  into  long,  tall 
stalks,  almost  as  tall  as  mamma.  Then 
grains  of  wheat  will  come  again  at  the 


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lop  of  it — a  great  many  more  than  the 
farmer  put  into  the  ground.  When  the 
sun  has  made  it  quite  hard  and  ripe, 
he  cuts  it  down,  and  sends  it  to  the 
mill  to  be  ground  into  flour;  then  it  is 
made  into  bread  for  us  to  eat. 

Emily  has  seen  the  cook  make  flour 
into  bread:  you  know  she  mixed  it 
with  water,  and  made  it  into  paste; 
then  she  put  it  into  the  oven  to  bake, 
and  it  came  out  a  good  loaf  of  bread, 
that  Emily  liked  very  much  to  have  a 
slice  of  it.  The  farmer  ploughs  the 
ground  with  a  plough,  which  is  drawn 
along  by  horses  or  oxen;  then,  after 
the  wheat  is  put  in,  he  makes  it  smooth 
with  what  is  called  a  harrow.  When 
it  is  ripe,  it  is  cut  down  with  a  hook, 
and  tied  up  in  bundles,  which  are  call- 
ed sheaves,  and  left  in  the  field  till  it 
is  quite  dry ;  then  it  is  taken  into  the 


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barn,  and  the  grains  beat  off  the  stalks 
with  a  long  stick,  which  is  called  a  flail: 
this  is  called  thrashing.  When  the 
grains  are  all  beat  off,  the  stalks  are 
called  strjiw;  and  the  dry  skins,  which 
are  knocked  ofl'the  grains  of  wheat,  are 
called  chaff.  Poor  people  often  make 
beds  of  the  chaff;  but  it  does  not  make 
very  soft  beds, — not  half  so  soft  as 
feathers:  yet  people  who  are  poor,  and 
have  not  money  to  buy  feathers,  are 
very  glad  of  it. 

But,  now  I  want  to  know  if  Emily 
can  tell  what  the  cup  from  which  she  is 
drinking  her  breakfast  is  made  of?  She 
cannot;  then  I  will  tell  her:  it  is  made 
of  clay.  Clay  is  dug  out  of  the  ground : 
it  is  made  soft  by  being  mixed  with 
Mater,  and  boiled:  it  is  then  very  like 
the  paste  which  the  cook  made  into  a 
loaf.  The  man  who  works  the  clay  is 
c  2 


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called  a  potter;  he  makes  it  into  plates, 
and  dishes,  and  cups,  and  saucers,  and 
a  great  many  other  things.  After  these 
have  stood  some  time  to  dry,  they  are 
put  into  an  oven,  and  baked;  when  they 
come  out  of  the  oven,  they  are  quite 
hard,  as  the  cup  is  from  which  Emily 
is  now  drinking,  and  are  very  clean 
things  for  us  to  take  our  food  out  of. 
But  now  Emily  has  drank  all  her  milk, 
and  eat  her  bread,  so  mamma  must  get 
to  her  work;  and  Emily  may  go  and 
play  in  the  garden. 


Emily,  I  have  a  sad  tale  to  tell  you; 
poor  little  cousin  Thomas  has  had  a 
fall,  and  has  broken  his  arm.  Feel  this 
bone  in  your  own  arm;  do  you  not 
think  it  would  be  a  very  sad  thing  to 


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have  it  broken  ?  The  bone  that  is  in 
little  cousin  Thomas's  arm,  the  same 
as  this  in  yours,  is  broken;  and  the  doc- 
tor was  obliged  to  give  him  a  great  deal 
of  pain  before  he  could  join  it  again; 
and  it  will  be  a  very  long  time  before 
he  will  be  able  to  move  his  arm,  or 
make  any  use  of  his  hand. 

I  am  sorry  to  say  he  got  it  by  being 
a  naughty  boy ;  he  climbed  up  a  very 
high  wall  that  his  papa  had  told  him 
not  to  get  upon.     As  soon  as  his  papa 
was  gone  away,  Thomas  mounted  up, 
and  very  soon  tumbled  down.     It  is 
very   naughty   when   little  boys   and 
girls  do  not  mind  what  is  said  to  them; 
they  may  be  sure  that  papas  and  mam- 
mas know  better  than  they  dov   It  is  a 
very  bad  thing  to   climb  upon  high 
places;  for  if  they  fall,  they  are  almost 
sure  to  be  hurt. 


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I  saw  Emily  climb  the  other  day,  but 
I  hope  she  will  not  do  so  again,  lest 
she  should  fall  and  break  her  arm,  as 
her  cousin  Thomas  has  done.  Besides, 
climbing  is  not  at  all  fit  for  girls :  it  is 
not  well  for  boys  to  climb;  and  it  is 
much  worse  for  girls.  Girls  ought  to 
play  with  dolls  and  jumping-ropes,  or 
work  in  their  gardens,  and  not  climb 
and  romp  as  boys  do.  Boys  often  tear 
and  spoil  their  clothes;  but  girls' 
clothes  are  much  sooner  spoiled,  and 
it  gives  their  mammas  a  great  deal  of 
trouble  to  mend  them  again. 

Does  Emily  know  what  her  frock  is 
made  of? 

It  is  made  of  muslin. 

Yes  it  is ;  and  muslin  is  made  of  cot- 
ton. Cotton  grows  upon  trees,  and 
comes  out  in  large  pods  on  the  branches. 

It  is  a  very  nice  thing  to  make  clothes 


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of,  for  it  can  be  washed  whenever  we 
please,  and  made  as  clean  as  when  it  was 
new.  Your  frock  is  rather  soiled  now, 
but  it  will  be  as  pretty  and  white  again 
as  ever,  after  it  is  washed.  Yet  there  is 
no  need  that  Emily  should  make  her- 
self dirty,  because  her  frock  can  be  so 
soon  washed  again.  Every  body  looks 
better  clean  than  dirty;  besides,  it  is 
healthful  to  be  clean,  and  they  are  very 
naughty  people  indeed  who  choose  to 
be  dirty. 


It  is  Summer  now,  Emily;  and  we 
will  go  into  the  fields  to  see  the  hay- 
makers. The  mower  is  cutting  the 
grass  down  with  his  long  scythe.  Look, 
it  is  like  a  very  long  sharp  knife,  and 
he  draws  it  along  the  bottom  of  the 


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grass,  and  cuts  a  great  deal  down  at 
once.  The  hay-makers  will  come  very 
soon,  and  throw  it  about,  that  it  may 
get  quite  dry;  then  they  will  rake  it 
all  into  a  heap  with  their  rakes,  and 
make  it  into  a  stack.  It  is  kept  till 
Winter,  for  horses  and  cows  to  feed 
upon  when  the  fresh  grass  is  all  gone. 
They  do  not  like  it  so  well  as  grass,  but 
they  are  very  glad  of  it  when  there  is 
no  grass  to  be  had. 

I  dare  say  they  are  always  very  glad 
when  the  Summer  comes  again;  it  is 
much  better  to  roam  about  a  green 
field,  and  crop  the  fresh  juicy  grass, 
than  to  be  shut  up  in  a  stable  with  only 
dry  hay  to  eat.  Summer  is  a  pleasant 
time  of  the  year;  every  thing  seems  to 
flourish  and  be  happy  in  the  Summer. 
But  does  Emily  know  that  there  are 


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some  countries  where  there  is  no  other 
season  than  Summer? 

It  is  in  those  countries  always  hot 
weather  and  bright  sunshine.  The 
people  never  see  any  snow,  or  feel 
cold  winds  blow.  You  say  you  would 
like  to  live  there;  I  dare  say  you  would 
if  you  had  been  born  there.  People 
almost  always  think  the  country  they 
live  in  themselves  the  best  in  the  world. 
But  then  in  those  warm  countries  they 
have  not  the  pretty  green  fields  that 
we  have,  for  the  hot  sun  scorches  the 
grass,  and  makes  it  look  dry  and  brown. 
Besides,  the  winds  sometime  blow 
there  so  hard,  that  their  hoi&es  are 
blown  down,  and  large  trees  are  pulled 
up  by  the  roots.  Do  you  think  you 
would  like  that?  Not  at  all;  I  dare  say. 
No,  no,  our  own  dear  country  is  as  good 
a  country  as  any  we  could  go  to.  So  I 


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think  we  had  better  stay  where  we  are, 
and  try  to  make  ourselves  happy  in 
every  season. 


Look,  Emily,  what  three  pretty  kit- 
tens puss  has!  How  soft  and  sleek 
their  skins  are!  Poor  little  things!  you 
see  they  are  quite  blind,  and  seem  very 
helpless.  Their  mother  is  very  much 
afraid  of  us,  lest  we  should  hurt  them; 
see  how  she  keeps  putting  up  her  paws 
and  mewing,  as  much  as  to  say,  pra}r, 
give  me  my  young  ones  again !  Nobody 
can  takfe  care  of  them  as  well  as  I  do 
myself. 

Now  look,  she  takes  hold  of  the  neck 
of  one  of  them,  and  carries  it  off.  Do 
not  be  afraid,  she  will  not  hurt  it.  She 
likes  her  kittens  too  well  to  hurt  them; 


TLeasutg   Stories . 


Hiss    mid    Jk 


r    Kittens 


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and,  you  know,  it  is  the  only  way  she 
is  able  to  carry  them.  She  has  not 
hands,  as  we  have ;  and  she  needs  all 
her  four  feet  to  walk  upon.  She  takes 
hold  of  one  of  them  very  softly  by  its 
neck,  and,  after  she  has  laid  it  down 
on  its  bed,  she  will  come  for  another. 

Oh,  here  she  comes!  She  will  be 
very  happy  soon,  when  she  has  them 
all  safely  in  bed  again. 

Cats  are  very  useful  creatures,  for 
they  keep  our  houses  clear  of  mice.  If 
we  had  not  a  cat,  the  mice  would  soon 
come  and  cheat  us  out  of  our  pies  and 
tarts.  Mice  are  very  fond  of  every 
thing  which  is  made  of  flower  or  oat- 
meal ;  and  they  like  it  still  better  if  it 
has  butter,  or  any  thing  that  is  greasy 
in  it.  Cheese,  too,  they  like  dearly, 
and  often  lose  their  lives  in  trying  to 
get  at  it. 

D 


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Those  people  who  do  not  like  to 
have  cats  in  their  houses,  get  traps  to 
catch  the  mice  with;  and  put  a  bit  of 
cheese  to  tempt  the  little  thieves  into 
them.  They  soon  smell  the  cheese? 
and  lick  their  lips,  I  dare  say,  and  think 
they  are  going  to  get  a  nice  dinner  or 
supper;  but,  as  soon  as  they  put  in 
their  noses  to  get  a  bite,  off  goes  a 
spring,  and  makes  them  close  prison- 
ers. Silly  little  things!  if  they  were 
not  so  fond  of  pleasing  their  palates, 
they  would  not  so  often  lose  their  lives. 

It  is  a  sad  thing  to  be  too  fond  of 
eating,  and  nobody  pities  those  who 
suffer  from  it;  but  mice  do  not  know 
any  better,  so  that  they  ought  not  to 
be  blamed,  for  they  do  not  know  that  it 
is  wrong. 

When  little  girls,  or  boys,  eat  till 
they  make  themselves  ill,  people  are 


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sure  to  despise  them,  and  call  them 
gluttons.  I  hope  Emily  will  never  do 
so  naughty  a  thing  as  to  eat  till  she  is 
ill ;  for  mamma  would  be  sadly  ashamed 
of  her  little  girl  if  she  did.  It  is  very 
right  for  people  to  eat  when  they  are 
hungry:  we  could  not  live  without  eat- 
ing ;  but  it  is  wrong  indeed  for  us  to 
eat  after  we  have  enough. 


I  am  going  to  take  Emily  to  see  the 
dairy-maid  make  butter;  come,  make 
haste,  and  let  us  go  into  the  dairy,  for 
she  is  just  going  to  begin. 

Look  what  a  great  deal  of  cream: 
you  would  like  to  taste  it;  but  it  is  not 
fit  to  drink.  Cream  is  too  rich  to  be 
drank  by  itself;  besides,  it  is  quite 
sour.     It  has  been  kept  a  great  many 


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days,  because  we  cannot  get  cream 
enough  in  one  day  to  be  worth  churn- 
ing. 

Now,  you  see,  Dolly  is  pouring  it 
into  the  churn;  she  has  made  the  lid 
quite  fast,  that  the  cream  may  not  get 
out.  Now  she  is  turning  it  round,  and 
must  do  so  a  long  time  before  there  is 
any  butter. 

After  the  butter  is  made,  Dolly  will 
wash  it  well  in  clean  cold  water,  and 
put  some  salt  in  it;  then  it  is  made  up 
into  round  cakes,  and  brought  to  table 
for  us  to  eat.  When  the  butter  is  made, 
the  thick  milk  that  is  left  is  called  but- 
ter-milk, and  is  very  pleasant  to  drink 
in  warm  weather. 

When  people  wish  to  make  cheese 
instead  of  butter,  they  put  something 
into  the  cream  which  makes  curd;  then 
they  strain  the  curd  from  the  thin  part, 


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which  is  called  whey,  and  press  it  in  a 
box  the  shape  of  a  cheese,  till  it  is  dry 
and  firm.  They  then  take  it  out  of  the 
press,  and  lay  it  upon  a  shelf  to  dry  still 
more.  After  it  has  stood  some  months, 
perhaps  a  year,  it  is  sent  to  market  and 
sold.  You  see  what  a  great  many  good 
things  we  get  from  cows,  Emily,  milk, 
butter,  and  cheese;  besides  all  this, 
their  young  ones  are  killed  to  make 
veal  for  us;  and  then,  after  all,  when 
they  themselves  are  killed,  we  eat  their 
flesh,  which  is  good  beef. 

Cows  and  oxen  are  killed  for  beef; 
calves  for  veal;  sheep  for  mutton;  and 
pigs  for  pork.  When  sheep  are  young, 
they  are  called  lambs,  and  their  flesh 
is  called  lamb.  It  is  a  pity  little  things 
so  pretty  as  lambs  should  be  killed; 
but,  if  they  were  not,  there  would  soon 
be  too  many  of  them  to  get  food;  be- 
d  2: 


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sides,  we  should  not  have  enough  of 
meat  without  them,  and  their  short  life 
is  a  happy  one. 


Now  the  hay  is  all  made,  and  the 
corn  is  ready  to  be  cut;  see  how  busy 
the  reapers  are  cutting  it  down.  This 
is  called  harvest-time,  and  the  weather 
is  very  fine.  Every  body  is  glad  when 
he  sees  that  fine  harvest-weather;  for 
we  all  like  good  bread  to  eat.  Bread 
is  called  the  staff  of  life,  because  it 
gives  people  more  strength  than  any 
thing  else  that  they  eat.  If  the  weather 
is  wet  when  the  corn  is  cut,  it  very  soon 
spoils:  then  bad  corn  makes  bad  bread, 
and  people  are  often  made  ill  by  eating 
bad  bread. 

So  you  see  what  a  sad  thing  it  would 


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be  if  we  had  not  good  harvest-weather? 
and  how  thankful  we  ought  to  be  to 
Him  who  gives  us  good  corn,  and  so 
many  other  good  things. 


The  leaves  are  all  beginning  to  fall 
off  the  trees,  and  the  fruit  is  left  almost 
bare !  We  must  have  the  apples  and 
pears  all  gathered,  for  they  are  quite 
ripe,  and  will  soon  fall  off,  as  the 
leaves  have  done  before  them. 

We  must  put  the  apples  by  in  the 
store-room,  and  keep  them  till  winter, 
when  all  the  other  kinds  of  fruit  are 
gone.  Apples  then  are  very  useful 
indeed  for  puddings  and  pies;  for  they 
will  keep  longer  than  any  other  kind 
of  fruit. 

Pears  will  not  keep  so  long;  besides, 


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# 

they  are  not  so  useful,  because  they  do 
not  make  good  puddings :  so  we  will 
eat  them  now.  Emily  shall  have  one 
every  time  she  says  a  good  lesson,  or 
does  her  work  well.  Plums,  too,  make 
good  pies  and  puddings,  as  Emily 
knows  very  well;  but  they  will  not 
keep,  unless  they  are  boiled  up  with 
plenty  of  sugar. 

We  must  boil  them,  however,  and 
take  care  of  them,  for  we  shall  need  a 
great  deal  of  fruit  before  summer  comes 
again.  It  is  autumn  now;  next  comes 
winter,  when  the  cold  frosty  air  will 
pinch  us,  and  force  us  to  wrap  our- 
selves up  in  warm  clothes.  The  rain 
will  be  frozen  into  snow,  and  will  come 
down  like  white  feathers,  and  cover  the 
ground.  The  long  sharp  icicles  will 
hang  from  the  tops  af  the  houses,  and 
the  ponds  of  water  will  be  frozen  into 


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a  hard  sheet.  Then  we  shall  be  able 
to  walk  out  only  in  the  middle  of  the 
day,  because  it  will  be  too  dark  and 
cold  in  the  mornings  and  evenings. 
But  we  do  not  need  to  care  much,  as 
long  as  we  have  a  good  warm  fire  to 
sit  by;  when  we  can  read,  talk,  or  play, 
to  amuse  ourselves,  we  shall  not  do 
amiss.  By  that  time  I  hope  Emily  will 
be  able  to  read  a  little  story  to  mamma, 
whilst  she  works,  and  mamma  will  play 
with  Emily  in  return.  People  will 
always  be  happy,  whether  it  is  dark  or 
light,  winter  or  summer,  if  they  are 
good. 

There  is  a  place  called  Iceland,  where 
they  have  no  day-light  for  many  months 
together,  and  the  weather  is  much  cold- 
er than  it  is  here  even  in  our  coldest 
winters.  Yet  the  people  there  are 
very  happy,  and  like  it  very  much ;  I 


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dare  say  they  would  not  leave  it  to 
come  here  in  our  very  finest  and 
warmest  weather.  They  dress  them- 
selves in  the  skins  of  wild  beasts,  and 
they  slide  along  the  ice  on  sledges 
drawn  by  rein-deer,  and  quite  enjoy 
their  rides. 

They  live  in  small  houses  called 
huts,  and  burn  a  lamp  all  day  long,  to 
give  them  light.  They  never  see  the 
sun  for  a  long,  long  time,  so  that  they 
are  very  glad  of  lamps  to  give  them 
light.  They  take  great  pains  to  teach 
their  children  to  read,  for  if  they  could 
not  read,  they  would  be  very  dull  in- 
deed. They  are  very  good  people,  and, 
like  all  good  people,  they  are  very 
happy. 


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What  has  Emily  got  to  say?  I  se^ 
she  is  come  to  tell  mamma  something! 
You  have  let  a  cup  fall  and  broken  it : 
well,  I  am  very  glad  you  came  to  tell 
me  yourself.  Whatever  Emily  does,  I 
hope  she  will  always  tell  mamma,  and 
be  sure  always  to  tell  the  truth;  it  is  a 
very  naughty  thing  indeed  to  tell  a  lie. 
When  people  learn  to  tell  lies,  nobody 
can  believe  them,  even  though  they 
should  speak  the  truth. 

I  knew  a  little  girl  who  had  learnt 
to  tell  lies  so  much,  that  at  last  no- 
body would  believe  that  she  spoke  the 
truth.  One  day,  her  mamma  sent  her 
into  the  garden  to  pull  two  very  fine 
peaches;  before  she  went,  her  mam- 
ma told  her,  that,  if  she  did  not  touch 
any  of  the  fruit  in  the  garden,  but  only 
brought  those  two  peaches  to  her,  she 


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would  give  her  one  of  them  for  her- 
self. 

When  this  little  naughty  girl  got  in- 
to the  garden,  and  saw  the  bunches  of 
ripe  grapes,  she  was  tempted  to  pull 
some  of  them;  so  she  climbed  up,  and 
reached  a  bunch,  and  ate  it  in  a  great 
hurry.  Then  she  came  down,  and  got 
the  two  peaches,  and  put  them  into  a 
little  basket  which  her  mamma  had 
given  her  to  carry  them  in.  When 
she  got  into  the  house,  her  mother 
asked  her  if  she  had  taken  care  not  to 
touch  any  of  the  other  fruit?  The 
naughty  little  girl,  instead  of  owning 
her  fault,  told  her  mamma  that  she 
had  not  touched  any  thing  but  the 
peaches. 

Her  mamma,  on  taking  the  peaches 
out  of  the  basket,  found  the  stalk  which 
the  grapes  had  been  on,  lying  at  the 


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bottom:  the  little  girl  had  been  in  such 
a  hurry,  after  she  had  eaten  the  grapes, 
to  get  into  the  house  again,  that  she 
had  forgotten  she  had  the  stalk  in  her 
hand,  and  had  dropped  it  into  the  bas- 
ket along  with  the  peaches.  Her 
mamma,  you  may  be  sure,  was  very 
angry,  and  she  did  not  get  the  beauti- 
ful peach,  which  made  her  mouth  water 
to  look  at. 

Well,  another  day  she  was  in  the 
garden,  and  her  mamma  sent  her  to 
bring  the  key  out  of  the  hot-house 
door,  and  told  her  not  to  go  in;  she 
was  only  to  close  the  door  and  lock  it, 
and  bring  her  the  key.  When  she  got 
there,  the  key  was  not  in  the  door,  so 
she  went  in  to  look  for  it:  she  knew 
that  the  reason  of  her  mamma's  telling 
her  not  to  go  in  was  because  she  was 
afraid  she  would  pull  the  grapes.    She 

E 


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thought  to  herself,  she  would  with- 
stand these  tempting  grapes  this  time; 
so  she  never  looked  at  them,  but  kept 
seeking  about  for  the  key  till  her  mam- 
ma came  to  see  what  she  was  about. 
When  her  mamma  saw  her  in  the  hot- 
house, she  thought  her  little  girl  had 
entered  to  get  the  grapes,  and  she  told 
her  that  she  was  sure  she  had  pulled 
some  of  them.  The  little  girl  told  her 
that  she  had  not  touched  one;  but,  she 
had  so  often  told  lies,  that  her  mamma 
could  not  believe  her;  and  she  said,  if 
you  had  come  back  as  I  told  you,  I 
should  have  given  you  some  of  these 
fine  plums;  but  I  cannot  believe  you, 
for  you  tell  me  stories;  and  I  am  afraid 
you  have  told  me  one  now,  so  I  shall 
not  give  you  any  of  the  plums.  The 
little  girl  now  found  what  a  sad  thing 
it  was  to  tell  stories ;  and,  she  thought 


Emma  and. Tier  Mamma    under  \he  iref 


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to  herself,  I  will  never  tell  another 
story,  and  then  mamma  will  surely 
learn  to  believe  me. 


Come,let  us  sit  down  under  the  shade 
of  this  tree;  it  will  keep  us  cool,  for  the 
thick  green  leaves  will  shade  the  sun 
from  us.  Look  at  the  cows!  some  are 
under  the  shade,  and  others  are  stand- 
ing in  the  middle  of  the  pond,  as  if  they 
could  not  bear  the  heat. 

The  hens  and  turkeys  have  crept 
under  the  hedge,  and  the  quiet  ass  has 
got  into  the  very  corner  of  the  field. 
Every  living  creature  seems  to  be  glad 
to  get  out  of  the  way  of  the  hot  sun, 
but  the  large  house-dog:  he  lies  stretch- 
ed out  all  his  length  fast  asleep,  whilst 
the   scorching    sun   beats  upon   him. 


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Nothing  disturbs  him  but  the  busy  fly; 
look  how  he  starts  and  snaps  his  teeth, 
and  then  sleeps  again.  Poor  Tray! 
we  ought  to  be  kind  to  him;  he  is  a 
faithful  fellow,  and  takes  great  care  to 
guard  our  house  from  bad  men,  who 
would  do  us  harm.  Though  he  likes 
so  well  to  lie  and  sleep  either  in  the 
hot  sun,  or  before  the  kitchen  fire,  he 
would  soon  rouse  up  if  any  one  came 
near  him. 

When  he  hears  the  sound  of  a  foot- 
step, he  raises  his  head  to  see  who  it 
is;  if  it  is  one  of  the  family,  he  lays  it 
down,  and  goes  very  quietly  to  sleep 
again;  but,  if  it  should  be  a  stranger? 
he  gets  up,  and  either  barks,  to  let  us 
know  that  there  is  somebody  come  that 
he  does  not  know,  or  else  he  follows 
them  about,  and  watches  them,  to  see  if 
they  do  any  harm,  or  offer  to  take  any 


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thing  away.  If  they  should  attempt  to 
steal,  he  would  soon  seize  them,  and 
would  be  ready  to  tear  them  in  pieces. 
Do  you  not  think  then  that  we  ought 
to  be  very  kind  to  Tray,  when  he  takes 
so  much  care  of  us?  Yes,  I  am  sure 
you  think  we  ought.  We  will  feed 
him  well,  and  give  him  a  snug  house 
to  live  in,  and  will  stroke  his  head, 
and  clap  his  back,  for  he  likes  dearly 
to  be  clapped  and  talked  to. 


I  think  I  heard  a  little  girl  scream 
just  now  as  if  she  were  in  a  violent 
passion!  Oh!  I  hope  it  was  not  my 
little  Emily  who  could  be  so  naughty. 
Emily  will  grieve  her  mamma  very 
much  if  she  behave  so  ill.  People  will 
be  afraid  to  come  near  her,  lest  she 
e2 


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should  scratch  or  bite,  for  they  will 
think  she  is  a  little  mad  girl. 

If  I  see  her  again  in  such  a  humour, 
I  think  I  shall  have  to  tie  her  to  the 
table,  with  her  hands  behind  her  back, 
for  I  shall  be  afraid  lest  she  should 
scratch  her  little  brother's  eves  out,  or 
tear  his  hair  off  his  head. 

If  Emily  loves  her  mamma,  she  will 
take  care  never  to  behave  so  again,  for 
mamma  cannot  love  little  girls  who  get 
into  such  humours. 

I  will  tell  Emily  a  story  about  a 
little  boy  whom  I  once  knew;  he  was 
a  very  naughty  little  boy,  and  used 
often  to  get  into  such  passions  as 
Emily  was  in  just  now;  and  one  day 
he  was  playing  with  his  little  brother, 
who  did  something  to  vex  him;  what 
did  this  little  mad  boy  do,  but  run  to 
the  table  to  catch  up  an  iron  that  the 


servant  had  been  using,  to  throw  at  his 
brother. 

The  iron  was  very  hot,  so  that  when 
he  caught  hold  of  it,  it  burnt  his  hand 
so  much,  that  all  the  skin  came  off  to 
his  finger's  end;  and  he  had  so  much 
pain,  that  he  did  not  know  what  to  do 
with  himself.  Now,  though  this  little 
boy  did  not  like  to  feel  pain,  he  had 
been  very  willing  to  give  it  to  his  bro- 
ther, and  it  was  only  what  he  deserved 
when  it  all  fell  upon  himself. 

And  it  almost  always  does;  for,  when 
people  allow  themselves  to  get  into  so 
great  a  passion,  they  do  not  know  what 
they  are  doing,  and  are  as  likely  to  do 
themselves  harm  as  any  other  person. 
So  I  hope  this  is  the  last  time  that  I 
shall  ever  see  Emily  in  a  bad  humour. 


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Here  comes  a  good  little  girl  who 
likes  to  say  a  lesson!  Emily  likes  to 
learn  to  read,  and  I  am  glad  she  does, 
for  they  are  very  stupid  people  who 
are  not  fond  of  reading.  People  learn 
a  great  deal  from  books  that  they  could 
never  know  any  other  way;  many  peo- 
ple are  forced  to  stay  at  home  all  their 
lives,  and  are  never  able  to  travel  at  all. 
But  if  they  can  read,  they  have  it  in 
their  power  to  know  all  the  wonders 
which  those  have  seen  who  have  been 
in  foreign  countries;  and  they  can  both 
amuse  themselves  and  other  people  by 
reading  about  them. 

Does  Emily  wish  to  know  when 
she  shall  be  able  to  read  large  books 
as  papa  and  mamma  do?  I  hope  by 
the  time  she  is  a  year  or  two  older,  she 
will  be  able  to  read  almost  any  book 
that  she  sees. 


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How  long  is  a  year,  you  say?  it  is 
twelve  months.  You  know  how  much 
a  week  is;  you  have  learnt  the  name 
of  the  seven  days  that  are  in  a  week 
— Sunday,  Monday,  Tuesday,  Wed- 
nesday, Thursday,  Friday,  and  Sa- 
turday ;  four  of  these  weeks  make  a 
month,  and  twelve  months  a  year.  Each 
of  these  four  weeks  or  months  have  a 
name;  the  first  is  called  January,  the 
next  February,  the  next  March,  the 
next  April,  the  next  May,  the  next 
June,  the  next  July,  the  next  August, 
the  next  September,  the  next  October, 
the  next  November,  and  the  last  De- 
cember; then  comes  January  again  to 
begin  another  year.  Besides  being 
divided  into  twelve  months,  every 
year  is  divided  into  four  quarters,  call- 
ed spring,  summer,  autumn,  and  win- 
ter.    The  middle  of  winter  is  called 


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Christmas,  and  the  middle  of  summer, 
Midsummer.  The  twenty-first  day  of 
June  is  the  longest  day  in  all  the  year; 
the  sun  shines  a  longer  time,  and 
makes  it  longer  light,  on  that  day  than 
on  any  other  in  the  whole  year.  The 
twenty-first  of  December  is  the  shortest 
day;  the  sun  is  a  longer  time  in  rising, 
and  goes  down  sooner,  on  that  day  than 
on  any  other.  Midsummer  is  a  very 
sweet  time  of  the  year;  the  sun  shines 
upon  us  from  the  time  we  get  up  in 
the  morning  till  we  go  to  bed  at  night. 
There  is  a  great  deal  of  fruit  ripe  at 
that  time, — strawberries,  and  raspber- 
ries, and  cherries,  and  many  other 
things.  It  is  very  pleasant,  when  we 
are  warm  and  thirsty,  to  have  some 
fresh  ripe  strawberries  or  currants  to 
eat; — they  feel  so  cool  and  pleasant  to 
our  hot,  parched  mouths. 


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The  flowers  too  are  all  in  their  great- 
est beauty  at  that  time;  the  roses  are 
then  in  full  bloom,  and  make  our  gar- 
dens so  gay  that  we  look  at  them  with 
delight,  and  wish  Midsummer  would 
last  for  ever.  But  yet,  when  Christ- 
mas comes,  we  find  that  it  too  has  its 
pleasures;  when  we  take  a  walk  in  the 
middle  of  a  fine  winter's  day,  and  see 
every  thing  sparkling  with  ice,  whilst 
the  clean  white  snow  covers  the 
ground,  and  hangs  from  the  trees  like 
bunches  of  feathers;  we  think  winter 
is  a  very  pleasant  time  too,  and  do 
not  care  how  long  it  may  last.  Then 
we  get  our  friends  and  neighbours  to 
come  and  help  us  to  amuse  ourselves 
during  the  long  winter  nights.  And, 
as  we  sit  round  a  bright  blazing  fire, 
playing  at  some  amusing  game,  we 
think  the  winter  is  as  pleasant  as  any 


w 


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season.  Winter  is  now  coming  very 
fast,  and  I  hope  my  little  Emily  will 
have  so  much  pleasure  that  she  will 
not  care  how  often  winter  comes  again. 


Emily,  you  must  not  jump  upon  the 
sofa  with  your  feet,  and  dirty  mam- 
ma's clean  cover.  If  Emily  does  so,  I 
shall  be  obliged  to  send  her  up  into 
the  nursery,  and  not  let  her  come 
down  stairs  again  to  stay  with  mam- 
ma. I  am  sure  she  would  not  like  that; 
for  she  would  not  hear  half  so  many 
amusing  stories,  or  see  so  many  pretty 
things.  But  I  cannot  have  her  here,  if 
she  is  rude  and  noisy,  and  does  not 
attend  to  what  is  said  to  her. 

There  was  once  a  little  girl  who 
had  a  very  bad  trick  of  climbing  upon 


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chairs  and  sofas,  and  often  gave  a  great 
deal  of  trouble  to  the  ladies  and  gen- 
tlemen who  sat  upon  them,  so  that  her 
mamma  could  scarcely  get  any  body  to 
come  and  see  her,  they  were  so  much 
afraid  of  being  teased  with  this  naughty 
little  girl. 

One  day,  her  mamma  was  going  to 
have  some  company,  and  the  little  girl 
heard  that  a  gentleman  was  coming  to 
show  them  a  great  many  very  pretty 
birds,  and  beetles,  and  butterflies, 
which  he  had  brought  from  some 
country  at  a  great  distance.  Now,  you 
may  be  sure,  this  little  girl  wished  very 
much  to  see  these  pretty  things;  so 
she  asked  her  mamma  to  let  her  stay 
in  the  drawing-room.  Her  mother  told 
her,  that  she  should  like  very  much  for 
her  to  see  them, but  that  she  was  afraid, 
if  she  let  her  stay  in  the  room,  she 


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would  disturb  all  the  company.  The 
little  girl  said,  she  would  take  care  not 
to  be  noisy  or  rude  if  her  mamma 
would  but  let  her  stay.  Her  mother 
then  told  her  she  might;  but,  at  the 
same  time,  said,  that  if  she  began  to 
climb,  or  give  trouble  in  any  way,  she 
should  be  turned  out  of  the  room  that 
very  instant.  Well,  for  some  time  she 
was  quiet  enough;  but,  as  the  gentle- 
man did  not  show  his  pretty  things 
just  at  first,  she  sooa  began  to  tire;  for 
when  people  are  not  always  good,  it  is 
a  trouble  to  them  to  be  so  only  now 
and  then.  So  what  do  you  think  she 
did?  why  she  climbed  up  on  a  lady's 
chair  back,  and  was  going  to  throw 
her  arms  about  the  lady's  neck,  like  a 
very  rude  girl;  but,  instead  of  that,  in 
raising  her  arm,  it  went  against  the 
lady's  cap,  and  knocked  it  quite  off. 


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In  a  moment  her  mamma  pulled  the 
bell,  and  sent  her  out  of  the  room  just 
at  the  very  minute  that  the  gentleman 
was  opening  his  box  in  which  he  had 
all  the  curious  things;  and  though  she 
just  got  a  glance  at  some  of  the  fine 
colours  of  the  birds,  she  was  not  allow- 
ed to  stay  and  look  at  them,  but  was 
forced  to  spend  the  whole  evening  in 
the  nursery  by  herself. 

Now  what  do  you  think  of  this  silly 
little  girl?  should  you  not  have  been 
very  much  vexed  at  having  lost  the 
sight  of  so  many  pretty  things,  and  to 
have  had  to  stay  all  the  evening  in  the 
nursery  by  yourself? 


Here  is  a  pretty  new  silver  thimble 
for  Emily,  that  mamma  has  bought  her 


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because  she  is  a  good  girl.  Oh,  how 
well  it  fits!  there  is  no  need  of  paper 
round  her  finger  to  keep  it  on.  Emily 
must  learn  to  sew  with  a  thimble;  or 
the  needle  will  run  into  her  ringer  and 
make  it  sore.  Now  hold  your  needle 
in  the  right  hand,  your  work  in  the 
left:  now  lay  your  work  over  your  fore 
finger,  and  put  in  a  stitch.  Oh!  that  is 
too  large;  it  must  be  a  very,  very  small 
stitch,  for  large  stitches  look  very  ugly. 
It  is  very  useful  for  little  girls  to  learn 
to  sew,  that  they  may  be  able  to  make 
their  own  frocks  and  petticoats,  and 
shirts  for  their  papas  and  little  bro- 
thers. What  do  you  say?  shall  I  teach 
your  little  brother  to  sew  when  he  is 
old  enough?  No;  boys  do  not  sew; 
they  have  other  things  to  learn:  your 
little  brother  will  have  to  learn  to  be 
a  doctor,  or  a  lawyer,  or  a  minister,  or 


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something  of  that  kind,  when  he  is  a  tall 
boy.  Doctors  cure  people  when  they 
are  ill ;  lawyers  force  them  to  be  just 
and  honest;  and  ministers  teach  them 
to  be  good;  so  that  you  see  they  are  all 
very  useful  people. 

Emily  would  like  to  be  useful  too; 
and  so,  I  hope,  she  will  be.  If  she  live, 
she  will  some  day  be  a  tall  woman,  and 
then  she  will  be  useful  in  taking  care 
of  little  boys  and  girls  as  mamma  now 
does.  What  would  Emily  and  her  lit- 
tle brother  do,  if  they  had  not  mamma 
to  take  care  of  them?  And  1  hope 
when  Emily  is  a  tall  woman,  she  will 
be  as  kind  to  the  little  girls  she  has  to 
live  with  her,  as  mamma  is  now  to  her; 
she  must  teach  them  to  read,  and  to 
sew,  and  to  be  good. 

What,  are  you  tired  of  your  work 
already  ?  Let  me  see  how  many  stitches 
f  2 


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you  have  put  in;  one,  two,  three, 
four,  five,  six.  Well,  fold  up  your  work 
quite  straight,  and  put  it  into  mamma's 
work-drawer.  Now  give  me  your  thim- 
ble that  I  may  take  care  of  it  for  you; 
I  cannot  trust  Emily  with  it  herself  till 
she  is  older;  then  she  shall  have  a 
work-bag,  and  shall  take  care  of  her 
thimble,  and  scissors,  and  thread-case, 
herself.  Now  put  on  your  bonnet,  and 
go  and  play  in  the  garden. 


So  Emily  has  been  to  see  her  nurse, 
and  she  has  given  her  a  cake;  it  was 
very  kind  of  her,  I  am  sure :  but  she 
was  always  kind  to  Emily,  and  has 
often  taken  a  great  deal  of  trouble  w7ith 
her  when  Emily  was  a  little  baby,  and 
could  neither  speak  nor  walk.     Little 


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babies  give  a  great  deal  of  trouble  to 
those  who  nurse  them ;  they  sometimes 
want  things  without  being  able  to  tell 
what  it  is  that  they  want;  and  then  they 
cry  a  long  time,  which  is  very  painful 
to  their  nurses.  Then  they  are  often 
ill,  and  their  mamma  or  their  nurse  has 
to  attend  them  all  night  long,  without 
being  able  to  get  any  sleep  them- 
selves: yet  nobody  grumbles  at  the 
trouble  which  little  babies  give,  be- 
cause they  know  that  they  cannot  help 
it.  They  are  not  able  to  do  any  thing 
for  themselves,  so  that  they  must  have 
somebody  to  take  care  of  them. 

When  little  babies  are  first  born, 
they  have  no  teeth;  and,  when  their 
teeth  begin  to  grow  in  their  gums, 
they  are  often  very  ill  with  the  pain ; 
they  cry  a  great  deal,  and  lay  their 
heads  on  their  nurse's  shoulder,  or  on 


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their  mamma's  bosom,  and  are  not  able 
to  take  pleasure  in  any  thing.  Besides, 
they  can  neither  eat  nor  sleep,  and 
their  little  heads  burn  like  a  fire;  and 
they  are  a  great  deal  of  trouble  at  these 
times:  but  every  body  is  glad  to  do  all 
that  they  can  to  give  them  ease.  No 
one  cares  for  the  trouble,  if  they  can 
give  ease  to  the  little  helpless  sufferer; 
no  one  wishes  to  sleep  while  it  is  awake 
and  in  pain. 

Then  do  you  not  think,  Emily,  that, 
when  these  little  babies  grow  big 
enough  to  do  things  for  themselves, 
that  they  ought  to  be  very  glad  to 
make  themselves  useful?  They  ought 
to  be  glad  to  learn  to  do  any  thing 
they  can;  and  ought  always  to  be 
ready  to  oblige  every  body. 


Emma  and lier  Mamma  going*  to  Church 


69 

It  is  Sunday,  and  all  good  people 
who  are  able  will  go  to  church  to-day  5 
to  say  their  prayers.  It  is  our  duty  to 
pray  every  day;  every  morning  and 
every  evening  we  ought  to  say  our 
prayers,  before  we  lie  down,  and  when 
we  get  up;  and,  on  Sundays,  we  ought 
to  go  to  church,  or  meeting,  to  join 
with  our  friends  and  neighbours  in 
thanking  and  praising  Him  who  is  the 
Father  of  us  all.  You  know  I  have 
often  told  you  that  God  made  all  of  us, 
and  that  it  is  He  who  gives  us  all  the 
good  things  we  enjoy.  It  is  He  who 
makes  the  corn  to  grow  that  we  feed 
upon,  and  the  fruits  and  the  flowers 
which  give  us  so  much  pleasure.  He 
causes  the  grass  to  spring  up  which 
the  horses,  and  cows,  and  sheep  feed 
upon,  that  are  so  useful  to  us:  He  bids 
the  sun  to  shine  by  day  to  warm  us, 


70 

and  makes  every  thing  look  cheerful 
and  pleasant;  and  he  causes  the  moon 
and  stars  to  give  us  light  by  night. 
Without  his  care  and  goodness,  we 
could  not  live  a  single  hour;  and,  if 
He  should  bid  us  die,  we  should  die 
that  instant,  and  nothing  in  the  world 
could  keep  us  alive.  And  yet  he  never 
shows  his  power  by  hurting  us;  He  is 
always  kind  and  good,  and  comforts 
and  supports  us  when  nothing  else  can. 
In  return  for  all  this  kindness,  the  only 
thing  he  requires  of  us  is  to  be  grate- 
ful to  Him,  and  love  Him.  If  we  love 
Him,  he  knows  we  will  be  good,  be- 
cause we  should  then  wish  to  please 
Him,  and  we  are  sure  nothing  can 
please  Him  that  is  not  good.  Nobody 
in  the  world  is  half  so  good  as  He  is- 
Emily  loves  her  papa  and  mamma,  and 
thinks  them  very  good  and  kind:  but 


71 

they  are  not  half  so  good  as  God  is.  He 
is  the  greatest,  the  wisest,  and  the  best 
of  all  beings,  and  it  is  our  duty  to  love 
him  with  all  our  hearts;  and  to  be  good, 
because  we  know  that  he  wishes  all  his 
creatures  to  be  happy;  and  unless  they 
be  good,  they  can  never  be  happy. 


I  hope  Emily  does  not  intend  to  eat 
all  that  rich  cake  herself;  if  she  does, 
she  will  make  herself  very  sick.  She 
had  better  give  her  little  brother  a 
part,  and  eat  a  part  herself,  and  then 
put  the  rest  by  till  to-morrow.  I  should 
be  very  sorry  to  see  Emily  eat  so 
much  of  any  thing  as  to  make  herself 
sick;  if  she  do,  nobody  will  pity  her; 
they  will  only  say  she  is  a  little  greedy 
girl,  and  deserves  to  be  ill.     Oh,  but  I 


72 

see  she  is  not  going  to  be  a  greedy  girl ; 
mamma  must  cutit,  you  say;  very  well. 
Now,  this  piece  is  for  your  little  bro- 
ther, and  this  for  Emily's  self,  and 
mamma  will  put  the  rest  by  till  to- 
morrow. Come,  now,  and  I  will  tell 
you  a  story  about  two  little  boys;  they 
called  one  Joe  and  the  other  Tom. 
One  day  these  little  boys  went  to  see. 
their  grand-mamma,  who  lived  in  the 
country;  when  they  were  coming  home 
after  tea,  she  gave  them  each  a  very 
fine  rich  cake.  As  soon  as  they 
had  got  out  of  the  house,  Joe  began 
to  eat  his  as  hard  as  he  could,  and 
never  looked  up  till  it  was  ail  gone; 
and,  after  he  had  got  it  all  down,  he 
asked  his  brother  what  he  had  done 
with  his?  Tom  told  him  it  was  in  his 
pocket,  and  that  he  did  not  intend  to 
eat  it  till  he  got  home :  Joe  did  not  think 


73 

Tom  would  be  able  to  keep  the  cake 
so  long  in  his  pocket  without  eating 
any  of  it;  so  he  watched  him,  and  ex- 
pected every  minute  to  see  him  take 
it  out  and  begin  to  eat  it.  But  he  was 
mistaken;  for  Tom  never  once  looked 
at  it  till  he  got  home.  As  soon  as 
he  got  into  the  house,  he  called  his 
little  brother  George  to  him,  and  said, 
"  Come,  George,  go  with  me  to  mamma, 
and  I  will  ask  her  to  divide  this  cake 
between  us."  Away  they  went  to 
mamma;  she  divided  the  cake  into  two 
halves;  and  then  Tom  gave  one-half  to 
George,  and  kept  the  other  himself. 
As  they  were  eating  it,  Joe  came  to 
them,  and  looked  at  them  with  such  a 
greedy  eye,  that  Tom  knew  very  well 
he  wished  for  a  piece.  Tom  did  not 
think  Joe  had  any  right  to  it,  for  he 
had  never  offered  hi  in  a  morsel  of  his 


74 

cake  when  he  was  eating  it;  but,  how- 
ever, Tom  thought  he  would  rather 
give  him  a  piece  than  see  him  look  so 
hard  at  him;  so  he  broke  his  piece  in 
two,  and  gave  Joe  half  of  it.  After  the 
cake  was  all  eaten,  their  mamma  said 
to  Tom,  "Tom,  I  am  so  much  pleased 
with  you  for  giving  so  much  of  your 
cake  to  your  brothers  that  I  will  show 
you  this  book  of  pretty  pictures ;  but  Joe 
may  go  into  the  nursery  and  stay  by  him- 
self; for  he  has  shown  himself  a  greedy 
boy,  and  that  I  do  not  choose  to  have 
him  with  me." 

Joe  went  away  hanging  his  head, 
and  then  their  mother  opened  a  large 
book  wThich  had  a  great  many  very 
curious  pictures  in  it,  and  showed  them 
to  Tom  and  George.  They  wrere  very 
happy,  looking  at  the  pictures,  and 
hearing  their  mamma  tell  them  what 


75 

they  were  about.  By  and  by  the  ser- 
vant cameintotheparlour,  to  say  that  Joe 
was  ill;  so  their  mamma  was  forced  to 
go  up  stairs;  but  she  told  them,  before 
she  went,  that  as  they  were  two  such 
good  little  boys,  she  would  trust  them 
to  look  at  the  pictures  by  themselves, 
only  they  must  be  careful  not  to  tear 
the  leaves,  but  turn  them  over  very 
gently.  George  said  he  would  let  Tom 
turn  the  leaves  over,  as  he  was  the 
oldest;  so  their  mamma  left  them  with- 
out being  afraid  of  their  doing  any 
mischief. 

When  she  got  into  the  nursery,  she 
found  Joe  very  sick  and  ill,  and  he 
looked  at  his  mother  with  a  very  pite- 
ous face.  She  said,  "I  am  not  at  all 
sorry  for  you,  Joe;  because  you  have 
made  yourself  sick  with  being  a  gree- 
dy boy,  and  you  deserve   to  suffer." 


76 

She  then  gave  him  some  chamomile 
tea  to  drink;  he  did  not  at  all  like  it. 
Now  does  not  Emily  think  Tom  was  a 
great  deal  better  off  with  only  a  part 
of  his  cake  than  Joe  was  with  his  whole 
one? 


Oh  what  a  cold  day  it  is !  Let  us  go 
near  the  fire,  and  keep  ourselves  warm. 
There  is  nothing  so  comfortable  in  a 
cold  winter's  day  as  a  good  bright  fire. 
It  is  well  for  us  who  have  so  much 
of  wood  and  coal.  Does  Emily  know 
where  coal  comes  from?  It  is  dug  out 
of  the  earth:  men  dig  very  large  holes 
in  the  earth,  where  they  think  there  is 
coal  to  be  found.  This  place  is  called 
a  mine,  and  a  great  many  men  work  in 
it j  they  are  called  miners,  and  their 


77 


business  is  to  dig  the  coal  out  of  the 
ground.  There  are  a  great  many  use- 
ful things  dug  out  of  the  earth ;  salt  is 
dug  out  of  the  earth  too;  there  are  large 
rocks  of  salt  to  be  found  under  ground. 
The  place  where  salt  is  found  is  called 
a  salt  mine.  There  are  a  great  many 
other  mines;  there  are  lead  mines,  and 
copper  mines,  and  gold  mines,  and  tin 
mines.  Coals,  and  salt,  and  stones,  and 
earth,  are  called  minerals;  and  gold, 
silver,  iron,  lead,  copper,  and  tin  are 
called  metals.  They  are  all  very  use- 
ful; we  burn  coal  for  fires;  we  rub  salt 
on  our  meat  to  make  it  keep  a  long 
time  without  spoiling,  and  we  put  it 
upon  our  food  to  make  it  taste  better; 
and  we  build  houses  with  stone.  Gold, 
silver,  and  copper,  are  used  to  make 
money  of;  and  people  who  can  afford 
it,  have  a  great  many  things  in  their 
g  2 


78 

houses  made  of  gold  and  silver.  Mam- 
ma's watch  is  made  of  gold,  and  you 
see  it  is  yellow ;  and  the  spoon  with 
which  Emily  eats  her  supper  is  made 
of  silver,  and  it,  you  know,  is  white. 
All  our  bolts,  and  bars,  and  locks,  and 
a  great  many  other  things,  which  are 
very  useful,  are  made  of  iron.  Many 
of  our  pans  are  made  of  tin;  and  the 
cistern,  and  the  spouts  which  convey 
the  water  into  the  cistern,  are  made  of 
lead.  So  you  see  what  a  great  many 
useful  things  come  out  of  the  earth. 
These  things  all  lie  a  long  way  down 
in  the  ground,  and  at  the  top,  there  is  a 
light  kind  of  earth  called  soil;  on  which 
the  grass  and  grain  grow,  and  all  the 
flowers,  and  shrubs,  and  trees,  which 
make  the  country  look  so  pretty.  But 
looking  pretty  is  not  all  that  they  are 
good  for;  the  grass  feeds  our  cattle,  the 


79 

wheat,  and  rye,  and  barley  feed  our- 
selves, and  the  oats  feed  our  horses. 
Many  of  the  plants,  too,  which  bear  the 
pretty  flowers  that  you  like  so  much 
to  gather,  are  good  as  medicine;  and 
even  the  flowers  themselves  are  not 
made  merely  to  blossom  and  look  beau- 
tiful, for  they  turn  into  seeds  and  fruits, 
of  which  you  know  we  can  make  so 
much  use.  You  see,  therefore,  that 
every  thing  is  made  to  be  useful  in 
some  way  or  other.  And  so  are  little 
girls.  They  cannot  do  much  whilst 
they  are  very  young;  but  if  they  keep 
trying  to  do  all  they  can,  they  will 
grow  more  and  more  useful  as  they 
grow  older,  so  that  by  the  time  they 
grow  up  to  be  women,  they  will  be 
very  useful,  and  that  will  make  them 
very  happy. 


80 

Do  you  know,  Emily,  I  have  been 
reading  about  a  man  who  has  a  cat,  and 
some  rats  and  mice,  and  an  owl,  and 
some  sparrows,  and  a  great  many  other 
such  animals,  all  in  a  cage  together, 
where  they  live  very  happily  together. 
Now  this  is  a  very  curious  thing,  be- 
cause cats  are  very  fond  of  catching- 
rats,  and  mice,  and  birds,  and  killing 
them;  and  owls,  too,  catch  mice  and 
birds,  and  eat  them;  and  yet  neither 
this  cat  nor  owl  ever  attempt  to  hurt 
any  of  these  things  which  are  in  the 
cage  beside  them,  because  the  man 
has  taught  them  to  live  kindly  with 
them.  Do  you  not  think  it  must  be  a 
very  curious  sight  to  see  these  little 
mice,  instead  of  running  away  from  the 
cat,  trembling  and  frightened,  lest  it 
should  catch  them,  and  eat  them  up, 
come,  and  play  about  beside  it,  whilst 


81 

Mrs.  Puss  sits  looking  at  them,  purring 
away  all  the  time  as  contentedly  as  if 
she  had  made  a  good  supper  off  them. 
The  man  that  they  belong  to,  has  taken 
a  great  deal  of  pains  to  teach  these  ani- 
mals to  behave  kindly  to  one  another; 
and  this  is  called  education.  He  edu- 
cates them,  when  he  teaches  them  to 
be  gentle  and  kind  to  each  other;  and 
mamma  is  educating  Emily,  when  she 
teaches  her  to  be  a  good  girl;  and  I 
hope  my  little  girl  will  reward  me  for 
all  the  trouble  that  I  take  in  her  edu- 
cation, by  becoming  a  good,  and  sensi- 
ble, and  amiable  woman. 


Look  what  a  pretty  beaver  mamma 
has  bought  Emily,  to  keep  her  head 
warm  this  cold  weather.  Feel  how 
soft  and  smooth  it  is.     Do  you  know 


82 


what  it  is  made  of?  It  is  made  of  the 
hair  that  is  taken  off  the  skin  of  a 
little  animal  called  a  beaver,  and  the 
hat  is  called  a  beaver  on  that  account. 
Beavers  are  found  in  many  parts  of 
this  country,  and  are  very  curious  ani- 
mals. They  are  not  very  large,  not 
much  larger  than  a  cat;  but  yet  they 
can  do  very  wonderful  things.  They 
build  themselves  houses,  where  a  great 
many  of  them  live  together.  They  al- 
ways build  their  houses  over  a  stream 
of  water,  that  they  may  be  more  se- 
cure from  troublesome  visiters;  and  if 
the  water  is  not  deep  enough  where 
they  wish  to  build,  they  make  a  dam 
across  it,  to  keep  the  water  from  flow- 
ing so  fast  away.  Then  they  saw  down 
trees,  to  build  their  houses  of.  But 
how  can  they  saw  them  down,  you  say, 
when  they  have  no  hands  to  hold  a  saw 


83 

with  ?  It  is  true,  they  have  no  hands, 
but  they  have  long,  sharp  teeth,  that 
they  saw  with;  and  they  always  saw 
the  trees  so  as  to  make  them  fall  across 
the  stream  over  which  they  wish  to 
build;  and  after  they  have  got  several 
trees  cut  down,  they  plaster  them  to- 
gether with  mud,  which  they  spread 
over  them  with  their  tails,  that  are  very 
broad  and  flat,  like  the  instrument  that 
men  who  build  houses,  use  to  spread 
the  lime  with.  They  are  very  neat  in 
their  houses,  and  take  care  to  keep 
them  very  clean;  and,  what  is  better 
still,  they  are  very  sociable,  and  kind 
to  each  other,  helping  one  another  in 
every  way  in  their  power.  They  live 
together,  as  all  good  children  ought  to 
do,  in  peace  and  harmony,  and  are  al- 
ways good  tempered  and  happy.  The 
only  thing  that  disturbs  their  peace, 


84 

is,  when  men  come  amongst  them  to 
catch  them,  for  the  sake  of  their  skins, 
which  are  very  valuable  on  account  of 
the  hair,  of  which,  as  I  told  you  before, 
hats  are  made. 


What  does  Emily  think  her  neck- 
lace is  made  of?  Stone.  No,  it  is  not 
stone;  it  is  coral;  and  coral  is  made  by 
insects  which  live  a  long  way  down 
in  the  sea.  They  make  this  coral  for 
houses  for  themselves  to  live  in;  and 
they  sometimes  build  it  so  high  as  to 
make  it  rise  a  long  way  through  the 
water,  and  look  almost  like  an  island. 
Is  it  not  very  strange,  that  small  in- 
sects can  make  any  thing  so  large? 
There  are  a  great  many  things  in  the 
sea;  there  are  fishes  as  large  as  ships; 


85 

those  fishes  are  called  whales,  but 
though  they  are  so  large,  they  are  very 
harmless,  and  will  not  hurt  any  body. 
Then  there  is  another  fish  which  is  not 
so  large  as  a  whale,  but  it  is  a  great  deal 
more  terrible.  It  has  a  very  large 
mouth,  and  so  wide  a  throat  that  it  can 
swallow  a  child;  and  its  teeth  are  so 
sharp  that  it  can  bite  off  a  man's  arm, 
or  leg,  in  a  moment  They  call  this 
fish  a  shark,  and  it  is  a  very  terrible 
thing  indeed  for  any  body  to  be  within 
reach  of  one.  There  is  another  fish 
that  is  called  the  flying  fish,  because  it 
has  wings,  and  can  rise  out  of  the  water 
and  fly  a  short  way  through  the  air; 
and  another,  that  they  call  a  saw  fish, 
because  it  has  a  long  sharp  nose  that 
is  just  like  a  saw.  But  it  is  impossible 
for  mamma  to  tell  half  the  curious 
things  that  there  are  in  the  sea.     All 

H 


86 

the  pretty  shells  that  Emily  has  seen, 
were  once  the  little  houses  of  fishes  of 
various  kinds  that  lived  in  the  sea. 
When  the  fishes  grow  too  large  for 
their  shells  they  come  out  of  them,  and 
get  larger  ones,  and  then  the  shells 
that  they  have  left,  are  washed  by  the 
waves  on  to  the  shore,  where  Emily 
shall  go  next  summer  and  gather  some 
of  them.  But  you  say  you  will  not  go 
into  the  sea  to  bathe,lest  a  shark  should 
get  hold  of  you.  Oh!  no:  there  are  no 
sharks  so  near  the  shore;  besides,  mam- 
ma will  take  good  care  of  her  little 
Emily,  and  not  let  any  cruel  shark  hurt 
her. 


Do  not  hurt  the  flies,  Emily;  it  is 
cruel  to  hurt  them,  poor  things.  They 


87 

are  troublesome  it  is  true,  but  that  is 
no  reason  why  we  should  treat  them 
cruelly.  They  do  not  understand  any 
better  than  to  teaze  us;  but  we  know 
that  it  is  wrong  to  torment  any  living 
thing.  If  we  kill  them  we  ought  to  do 
it  at  once,  and  not  keep  them  in  pain, 
for  that  is  very  wrong  indeed.  There 
was  once  a  naughty  boy  who  used  to 
be  very  fond  of  hurting  flies,  and  all 
sorts  of  insects  that  he  could  get  hold 
of;  he  used  to  pull  off  their  wings,  and 
then  laugh  to  see  them  creep  about, 
without  being  able  to  fly.  Many  peo- 
ple told  him  it  was  naughty  of  him  to 
hurt  the  poor  things  in  this  manner; 
but  he  did  not  mind  what  they  said. 

One  day,  however,  this  cruel  boy 
was  walking  in  a  field,  and  a  great  bull 
came  running  up  to  him,  and  caught 
him  up  by  its  horns,  and  tossed  him 


88 

over  its  head.  He  was  thrown  a  long 
way  in  the  air,  and  then  as  he  came 
down,  the  bullcaughthimup  in  his  horns 
again,  and  threw  him  a  great  deal  fur- 
ther. It  is  hard  to  tell  how  long  the 
bull  wrould  have  knocked  him  about,  if 
some  men  had  not  come  and  got  him 
out  of  its  way.  When  they  took  him 
home,  they  found  that  both  his  arms 
were  broken,  and  he  was  sadly  wound- 
ed and  bruised  all  over.  People  were 
not  half  so  sorry  for  him,  as  they  would 
have  been  if  he  had  not  been  so  cruel 
a  boy.  They  said  to  him,  "Perhaps 
you  will  learn  now  to  feel  for  the  poor 
little  insects,  when  you  see  them  creep- 
ing about  without  wings.  You  were 
just  as  cruel  to  them,  as  the  bull  was 
to  you,  and  it  was  a  much  greater  fault 
in  you,  than  in  it;  for  the  bull  did  not 


89 

know  any  better,  but  you  were  able  to 
understand  that  you  were  giving  pain." 

Now  I  will  tell  you  another  story 
about  a  good  little  boy.  This  boy  that 
I  am  going  to  tell  you  about  now,  was 
very  kind-hearted,  and  did  not  like  to 
see  any  thing  made  uneasy.  If  he 
were  walking  in  the  country,  and  hap- 
pened to  see  a  snail  creeping  across 
his  path,  he  always  took  care  to  step 
over  it ;  and  .he  would  often  buy  the 
birds  which  idle  boys  had  caught  in 
traps,  and  set  them  away,  to  fly  back 
to  their  woods  again. 

One  day  this  little  boy  was  standing 
near  some  water,  and  he  saw  a  little 
duck  struggling  in  it;  some  naughty  boy 
had  hurt  its  wing  with  a  stone,  so  that 
it  was  not  able  to  swim,  and  must  soon 
have  been  drowned.  This  kind-hearted 
boy,  did  not  like  to  see  it  suffering,  so 
h2 


90 

he  stepped  upon  a  large  stone,  which 
was  in  the  water,  to  try  if  he  could 
reach  the  duck  to  get  it  out  of  the 
water,  and  save  it  from  being  drowned; 
but  he  reached  too  far,  his  foot  slipped, 
and  he  tumbled  into  the  water  himself. 
I  am  afraid  this  good  little  boy  would 
have  been  drowned,  if  a  man  had  not 
seen  him,  and  come  and  jumped  into 
the  water,  and  brought  him  out  in  his 
arms.  When  the  little  boy  found  him- 
self safe,  he  turned  to  thank  the  man 
who  had  saved  his  life ;  but  the  man 
said,  I  do  not  want  any  thanks,  for 
what  I  have  done,  it  is  a  sufficient  re- 
ward to  know  that  I  have  saved  the 
life  of  a  very  good  boy. 


What !  did  a  large  dog  bark  at  Emily, 


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and  frighten  her?  Oh!  I  do  not  believe 
it  meant  to  hurt  her ;  I  dare  say  it  only 
wanted  to  say,  "  How  do  you  do,  little 
girl  ?"  However,  it  is  better  not  to  go 
too  near  to  dogs  and  tease  them,  espe- 
cially if  they  are  not  acquainted  with 
you, lest  they  should  get  angry,  and  bite 
you.  Dogs  are  generally  very  kind  to 
those  they  know,  and  will  even  bear  a 
great  deal  of  teasing  and  ill  treatment 
from  them.  But  it  is  very  wrong  to 
behave  ill  to  faithful  animals  like  them, 
that  are  always  ready  to  serve  us. 
Dogs  have  often  been  known  to  save 
people's  lives, by  protecting  them  from 
robbers;  or  by  jumping  into  the  water, 
and  dragging  people  out,  who  were  in 
danger  of  being  drowned.  In  some 
countriespeople  usedogs  to  draw  their 
carriages  as  we  do  horses;  and  in  other 
places  they  employ  them  to  watch  their 


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sheep,  and  this  they  do  so  well,  that 
they  can  tell  if  a  sheep  happen  to  be 
missing,  and  they  never  rest  till  they 
find  it,  and  bring  it  back  to  the  flock. 
There  are  some  men  called  monks, 
who  live  in  a  large  house  called  a  con- 
vent, on  the  top  of  a  very  high  moun- 
tain, that  is  almost  constantly  covered 
with  snow.  Now  it  often  happens  that 
people  who  are  travelling  over  this 
mountain,  get  lost  amongst  the  snow, 
and  would  be  sure  to  die  if  they  did 
not  get  any  help;  but  these  monks, 
who  are  very  good,  charitable  men, 
keep  a  number  of  dogs,  which  they 
have  taught  to  wander  about  the 
mountain  in  search  of  travellers,  and 
when  they  find  any,  they  guide  them 
to  the  convent,  where  the  monks  re- 
ceive them  and  take  care  of  them. 
Once  there  was  one  of  these  dogs, 


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ranging  about  the  mountain,  when  he 
met  with  a  poor  little  boy  that  was 
almost  dying  of  cold  and  hunger.  He 
was  so  benumbed  with  cold  that  he 
could  not  walk,  but  the  dog  made  signs 
to  him,  so  as  to  make  him  understand 
that  he  wanted  him  to  get  on  to  his 
back,  which  the  boy  did,  and  the  dog 
carried  him  to  the  convent,  where  he 
was  put  into  a  warm  bed,  and  taken  so 
much  care  of,  that  he  was  soon  quite 
well.  Now  was  not  this  a  good  dog? 
Emily,  I  hope  you  will  always  like  dogs 
after  this,  when  you  find  that  they  can 
do  so  much  good. 


Iiook,  Emily,  how  that  pretty  little 

)     lin  comes   and   perches    upon  the 

t\e  of  the  window !  It  does  not  seem 


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at  all  afraid  of  us,  though  we  are  so 
near  it.  Poor  robin,  what  is  it  you  want? 
Is  there  no  fruit  upon  the  hedges? 
and  have  you  come  for  a  few  crumbs 
of  bread  from  us?  I  am  sure  you  shall 
have  them.  Emily  will  be  very  glad 
to  go  into  the  kitchen  and  ask  for  some 
soft  bread,  and  we  will  crumble  it  for 
you.  But  take  care,  Emily,  do  not  lean 
too  far  out  of  the  window,  lest  you 
should  lose  your  balance,  and  tumble 
down.  If  we  move  a  little  way  from 
the  window,  little  robin  will  soon  hop 
in,  and  pick  the  crumbs  off  the  window- 
seat.  Now,  then,  here  it  comes:  see 
how  it  picks  up  the  crumbs,  and  turns 
its  little  head  about  every  minute  to 
watch  if  any  body  is  coming  to  hurt  it. 
Do  not  be  afraid,  little  robin,  we  will 
not  hurt  you;  my  Emily  would  be  v< 
sorry,  I  am  sure,  to  hurt  a  pretty  lil 


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harmless  bird!  She  likes  too  well  to 
see  you  come  and  eat  your  crumbs  of 
bread. 

Now,  then,  it  has  had  enough,  and  is 
hopping  away.  There  it  goes;  it  has 
perched  upon  a  tree,  and  is  going  to 
give  us  a  song.  Pretty  little  creature, 
how  happy  it  seems!  It  is  very  grate- 
ful for  its  good  meal.  There  is  no  bird 
so  tame  as  a  robin;  all  the  other  birds 
fly  away  the  moment  we  come  near 
them,  as  if  they  were  afraid  we  should 
do  them  harm;  but  the  little  robin 
seems  to  say,  "I  am  only  a  little  harm- 
less bird,  surely  you  will  not  be  so 
cruel  as  to  harm  me;  I  only  want  a  few 
crumbs  of  bread,  and  in  return  I  will 
give  you  one  of  my  best  songs."  It 
is  very  pleasant  to  have  the  robin  to 
stay  and  sing  to  us  in  the  winter  when 
all  the  other  birds  have  left  us;  and 


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we  may  surely  give  him  a  piece  of 
bread  in  return  for  his  pretty  song. 

Birds  are  very  much  pinched  with 
the  cold;  and  many  of  them  fly  away 
from  this  country  in  the  winter,  and  go 
to  one  that  is  warmer :  but,  even  when 
it  is  not  winter,we  have  sometimes  very 
cold  weather,  and  the  poor  little  birds 
often  get  nearly  starved. 

One  very  wet  day,  when  Emily  was 
a  very  little  baby,  so  little  that  she 
could  neither  walk  nor  speak,  and  could 
only  hold  out  her  little  arms  and  smile 
when  she  saw  her  mamma,  and  push 
herself  forward  to  show  that  she  want- 
ed to  go  to  her;  well,  on  this  cold  wet 
day,  mamma  chanced  to  go  to  the  door, 
when  she  saw  two  poor  little  birds  lying 
upon  the  pavement  in  the  yard:  the 
heavy  rainhad  washed  them  out  of  their 
nest,  which  their  mother  had  built  in  the 


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spout,  and  they  were  lying  gasping  and 
struggling,  and  almost  ready  to  die. 
They  had  scarcely  any  feathers  on  their 
little  bodies,  so  that  thev  were  not  able 
to  fly,  and  the  rain  came  pouring  upon 
them  as  if  it  would  drown  them ;  mam- 
ma took  them  up,  and  laid  them  beside 
the  fire  to  warm  them.  She  wished 
very  much  to  feed  them,  and  sopped 
some  soft  bread,  which  she  had  no 
doubt  they  would  be  very  glad  to  eat, 
for  they  often  gaped  open  their  bills, 
and  cried  as  if  they  were  begging  very 
hard  for  food;  but  as  soon  as  a  crumb 
of  bread  was  put  into  their  little  open 
mouths,  they  always  shook  their  heads 
till  they  got  it  out  again. 

When  night  came,  mamma  did  not 

know  what  to  do  with  them,  for  she 

could  not  get  them  to  eat  any  thing, 

and  she  was  afraid  they  would  die  of 

i 


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hunger  before  the  morning;  all  she 
could  do,  was  to  leave  them  in  a  warm 
room,  and  take  care  to  close  the  door 
quite  fast,  that  the  cat  might  not  get 
in;  for  if  pussy  had  seen  them  she 
would  have  snapped  them  up  as  she 
would  do  a  young  mouse.  In  the  morn- 
ing the  rain  was  all  over,  and  every 
thing  looked  bright  and  pleasant ;  mam- 
ma wished  very  much  that  she  could 
send  the  little  birds  back  to  their  mo- 
ther again,  for  she  knew  that  their  mo- 
ther would  feed  them  with  pieces  of 
worms,  which  she  would  go  and  pick 
out  of  the  ground  for  them.  But  mam- 
ma did  not  know  where  to  find  their 
mother,  and  they  were  not  able  to  fly 
and  seek  for  her ;  at  last  mamma  thought 
she  would  put  them  on  the  window-seat, 
that  the  warm  sun  might  shine  upon 
and  comfort  them.     When  they  were 


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laid  upon  the  window-seat,  and  felt  the 
warm  sun  basking  upon  them,  they 
raised  their  little  heads  and  began  to 
look  about  them. 

It  was  not  long  before  some  larger 
birds  began  to  fly  backwards  and  for- 
wards before  the  window,  and  every 
time  they  came,  the  little  birds  raised 
their  heads  and  looked  at  them,  as  if 
they  meant  to  say,  "Are  you  our  father 
and  mother?"  But  they  put  their  heads 
down  again  after  they  had  looked  at 
them,  and  seemed  to  say,  "No,  no,  these 
are  not  our  kind  father  and  mother  who 
used  to  bring  us  food  and  feed  us  so 
kindly."  It  was  not  long,  however, 
before  two  birds  flew  past  the  window 
that  these  little  nestlings  seemed  to 
know  better  than  any  of  those  that 
they  had  seen  before:  when  they  flew 
past,  they  fluttered  their  little  wings 


100 

and  gaped  their  mouths,  and  chirped 
very  hard  for  food.  Then  mamma 
opened  the  window  very  wide  that  the 
old  birds  might  hear  them;  and  it  was 
not  long  before  they  did  hear  them,  and 
they  soon  knew  them  to  be  their  chil- 
dren. They  came  and  rubbed  their 
little  heads  against  theirs  two  or  three 
times,  in  the  kindest  manner,  and  then 
they  flew  away;  it  was  not  long  before 
they  came  back,  and  as  soon  as  the  lit- 
tle birds  saw  them  they  began  to  flutter 
their  wings  and  gape  their  mouths  again. 
The  old  birdsperched  upon  the  window- 
frame,  and,  as  soon  as  the  young  ones 
opened  their  mouths,  they  popped  a  lit- 
tle worm  in,  which  the  little  things 
seemed  verv  dad  to  swallow.  Then 
the  old  bird  flew  away  to  get  more 
worms;  and  so  they  went  on  for  a  great 
many  days,  till  the  little  birds  began  to 


101 

have  more  feathers  on  their  wings,  and 
then  mamma  saw  that  their  father  and 
mother  wanted  to  try  if  they  could  fly. 

One  day  she  stood  and  watched  them 
a  long  time,  and  she  saw  that  one  of 
the  old  ones  came  every  now  and  then, 
and  rubbed  its  beak  against  that  of  one 
of  the  young  ones,  and  then  flew  a  very 
short  distance:  it  came  back  again,  and 
rubbed  its  head  again,  and  then  flew 
away  once  more. 

Mamma  knew  it  was  teaching  its 
young  one  to  fly,  and  she  watched  to 
see  how  it  would  succeed.  The  next 
time  it  came,  however,  to  mamma's 
great  surprise,  the  little  bird  seemed  to 
muster  all  its  courage,  and  off*  it  went 
with  its  mother;  it  could  not  fly  far, 
and  soon  fell  down  on  the  ground ;  but 
it  was  not  long  before  it  tried  again, 
and  the  next  time  it  lighted  on  a  lilac 
i  2 


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tree,  where  it  seemed  to  sit  very  snug- 
ly. There  was  still  one  bird  left  in 
mamma's  parlour,  and  it  began  to  look 
very  uneasy  when  it  was  left  by  itself ; 
but  it  was  not  very  long  before  its  mo- 
ther came  back  for  it,  and  tried  to  tempt 
it  the  same  way  as  it  had  done  the 
other,  to  trust  itself  in  the  air.  It  very 
soon  took  flight;  it  did  better  than  the^ 
first,  for  it  flew  straight  into  the  lilac 
bush  at  once,  and  mamma  was  very 
glad  to  think  the  little  birds  were  once 
more  happy  with  their  father  and  mo- 
ther. 


There  goes  seven  o'clock !  the  time 
for  all  little  tired  girls  to  go  to  bed. 
Oh,  I  see  the  little  girl  yawns,  and  is 
very  sleepy;  well,  kiss  papa,  and  we 


103 

will  go  up  stairs.  We  do  not  need  any 
candle;  the  moon  shines  very  bright, 
quite  ready  to  show  little  girls  the  way 
to  bed.  You  want  to  know  why  the 
moon  is  not  here  to  light  you  to  bed 
every  night;  the  reason  is,  because  it 
keeps  travelling  round  and  round  the 
world;  and,  when  it  is  not  here  to  light 
Emily,  it  is  gone  to  the  other  side  of 
the  world  to  light  some  other  good 
little  girl.  But  then  it  comes  back  to 
Emily  again;  at  first,  it  only  just  peeps 
at  her,  and  is  so  little  we  can  hardly 
see  it;  then  it  gets  bigger  and  bigger 
every  night,  till  it  becomes  large,  full, 
and  bright,  such  as  it  is  to-night.  It 
will  soon  begin  to  grow  less  and  less 
every  night,  just  as  it  grew  larger  be- 
fore, till  it  is  all  gone  out  of  our  sight. 
But  it  does  not  stay  long  away;  it  soon 
comes  back  to  us  as  it  did  before.,  and 


104 

cheers  us  with  its  pretty  bright  beams. 
When  the  moon  is  away,  we  still  have 
the  pretty  bright  stars,  which  look  like 
bright  spangles  all  over  the  sky.  They 
keep  twinkling,  twinkling,  twinkling, 
and  looking  as  if  they  first  popped  out 
their  heads  and  then  took  them  in 
again.  They  sometimes  almost  look 
as  though  they  were  playing  at  boo- 
peep.  There  is  one  star  which  is 
almost  always  to  be  seen,  and  is  always 
in  the  same  place.  Look  up,  and  you 
will  see  a  little  bright  star  just  above 
the  window;  that  is  called  the  north 
star.  It  is  very  useful  to  the  poor 
sailors  when  they  are  a  long  way  out 
at  sea,  far  away  from  any  land;  they 
can  tell  by  that  star  whereabouts  they 
are,  and  which  way  they  ought  to  go. 
Was  not  God  very  good  to  give  them 
such  a  star  to  guide  them  on  their  way? 


105 

He  was  indeed  !  He  is  always  good  at 
all  times,  and  to  every  body.  Then 
kneel  down,  my  dear  little  girl,  and 
pray  to  that  kind  and  good  Being,  that 
he  may  watch  over  you  while  you 
sleep,  and  guard  you  from  harm.  Now, 
then,  good  night,  close  your  eyes  and 
go  to  sleep. 


FINIS, 


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